The Unwanted Prince

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, there lived a powerful king who lived in a castle of riches and loving subjects. He was a king of virtue and honesty, always thriving for prosperity among his people.

His most loving treasure was his lone daughter. The king had lost his wife in childbirth, so he spent his daughter's childhood spoiling her with all her dreams and wishes. The princess was a kind, wonderful, and bright child.

She sang songs of beauty to her servants to which they gifted her with roses the color of the world's darkest rubies.

Her kind heart reached out to forest animals that became her peaceful friends.

The princess was a pure light of hope and love. She healed sorrow and pain with a single touch of her delicate skin.

The king loved his daughter so much. She was the perfect princess in his eyes. She was the hope of her kingdom.

The king loved her so much he held a large feast in honor of her sixth birthday. There were dancers, singers, and guests spreading the joy of the beloved princess. Her birthday signified the brightest day in the kingdom.

But as dawn had struck and the sun began to drift down, the lights of the kingdom went out, showering the kingdom in utter darkness. The shadows reached out, ripping apart the King's people.

Screams and blood ripped out as a figure arose of the shadows. With a smile of sins, the figure pointed at the six-year-old princess and demanded her to be his wife.

The king, always wanting to protect his daughter,  shouted she was just a child. The princess was nowhere near the age of marriage.

"If I can not have the princess as my beloved wife among my empire, then I shall cover this land in darkness!" The figure did as he said, spreading darkness and disease over the king's land. His people, crops, and animals began dying.

But the king persisted, exclaiming that the darkness will never take his daughter.

The dark figure was silent as he watched the trembling king who held his daughter close. Then he smiled, then he laughed. A haunting horrifying laugh that shook the grounds and sent devils to kill the king's people.

"Do you know who I am?" The figure, shrouded by shadows, grew dark wings and shouted, "I am Emperor Dormaris of the Dark Empire and ruler of the faeries! I shall take the princess by force and keep her until she is ready to be my wife!"

The king cried as the Dark Emperor snatched his daughter away, cursing the king to never walk again so he couldn't chase after them.

The Dark Emperor fled, taking the child princess with him. The king watched as his kingdom suffered, his love for his daughter was the only hope for the kingdom.

Among the faeries, the Dark Emperor cursed the princess to sleep until she became of age to be wedded.

To this day, the king seeks for the rescue of his precious daughter from the villainous emperor. But every knight, hunter, and princes that attempts to rescue the young princess perishes in vain.

The king continues to cry, wishing for nothing more but to hug his daughter one last time. With every fallen tear, Emperor Dormaris laughs as he keeps the sleeping princess to himself.

But no matter what, the king believes he will have his daughter back. For he believes a brave and noble prince will rescue his daughter from the treacherous emperor.

...

"Your Majesty,"

A weary king with graying hairs looked out his window, watching the garden below start blooming its first flowers for the spring, "What is it?"

A servant wearing a clean and recently ironed suit bowed, stating, "Sir Pensieve has been killed by a group of centaurs sent by the Emperor."

The king sighed turning his head down to rub his tired eyes, "Thank you, you may leave." The servant bowed again before turning out of the king's quarters.

The king, left alone in his room, had no strength to cry for another failure of retrieving his daughter. He closed his eyes, trying to remember the smile of the dear princess. It's been fourteen years since the Emperor of the Dark Empire, Dormaris of the Fae, has kidnapped his daughter.

He sighed, opening his eyes and pushing on his wheels to move his wheelchair to get away from the window.

The king had the undying guilt stabbing in his chest, the same feeling he'd had the day his daughter was born and his wife passed away.

Perhaps history has decided to seek punishment on the king for his misdeed.

He looked over at his desk, spotting the small picture of his beloved wife. Her sparkling rare blue eyes sparked hope in him that his daughter will come back safe and sound.

Although magic is incredibly scarce among humanity, the king believes that his wish will be granted. After all, he's always gotten what he wanted, he was king of Novaria. There was no doubt that his precious daughter will come home.

No matter what, even if the magical Dark Empire falls.